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Welcome to Regressuary 2025! This is our first time doing this specific prompt month, and we’re very excited! I just wanna lay out some guidelines/author’s notes before we get started!

1. I am using mcschnuggles’s Regressuary prompt list, which can be found here! I do not claim ownership of any of the prompts.
2. I will only be doing (approximately) 300-word ficlets for each prompt! I have a lot going on right now, and I don’t have the time to devote to 28 full-length one-shots. I hope to elaborate further on some of these when I have the time, so keep an eye out for those!
3. These are written waaaaay ahead of time. If I miss posting for one day (due to class, work, life, etc.), I’ll post it the next day, so it’ll be two drabbles in one day.
4. I know that AgeRe/ChiRe isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, and I respectfully ask that if you don’t like the content, please do not read it or send me hate! Each drabble will have the applicable tags in the notes at the beginning.
5. I try to be as inclusive as possible in my writing, so please let me know if there’s somewhere I can improve.
6. Many thanks to Inkala for their support and advice!

A lot of these are anecdotal based on our own system, so these have been a lot of fun to write! With that, welcome to Regressuary, and I hope you all enjoy!

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“Signora?” Suzi fidgeted her feet as she looked at her carer.

“Yes, Suzi?” Lisa Lisa looked up from her newspaper, fully attentive to the younger woman.

“I know you usually take care of me when I'm small. But I was wondering what it feels like for you.” Although she was the primary maid of the island, there wasn’t anyone else who regressed and needed to be taken care of.

“I see. Would you like to take care of me, then?” Lisa Lisa gazed at Suzi fondly. She cared for her dearly and ensured she was as happy and comfortable as possible.

“Mhm! I can… um… help you with your bath, maybe?” Suzi tapped her finger against her chin. “I know I usually do that, though…”

“It’s alright, dear. I can relax more to help you think more like I do. Is that ok?”

“Sì! That’ll work perfectly!” Suzi clapped her hands together, excited to show her carer affection. She filled the bath with warm water, then went into the nearby cabinet to retrieve bottles of bath oils and cleansing cream. She tested the water and, once it was suitable, held out her hand to guide her “little one” into the tub. 

The older woman let her muscles relax with a sigh, the scent of the lavender bath oils helping her become more serene. “This is wonderful, Suzi.”

“Grazie! I’ll help you with your hair if that’s alright.” Lisa Lisa nodded in response, letting her bun town so the blonde could massage her scalp and let the oils soften her hair.

Suzi was diligent as Lisa began meditating, letting the water soothe her worries. When Suzi went to clean another part of her, the younger woman gently moved her so she could make sure no patch of skin was left unscrubbed.

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“OH MY GOD!” Joseph stared at his reflection in the window nearby; his face reformed to his younger self. “And that must mean…” Joseph stared at the child trailing behind him, his oversized orange robes gathered around his feet, and white hair wrap hung over his eyes. “AVDOL!” He lifted the young Avdol and put him on his back. “I don’t see the Stand user around anywhere. He must’ve gone after the others!”

Before he could give chase, he heard Advol’s stomach rumble as he began to cry. “Ah, sh…oot, we better get you some food, then.” He moved the child into his arms, trying to shush him. We have to find a way to return to normal before it’s too late! But how will I deal with a bunch of kids?

Joseph carried Avdol through the busy streets, trying to find something to fill the physically regressed boy’s stomach. They came across a cafe, and Avdol pointed at a cake in the window. “There!” he shouted out, grasping his hands at the entrance.

“Alright, I’ll get you some cake.” Joseph sat Avdol down and pulled a chair next to him.

The waiter took their order and looked at Joseph, then Avdol. “Taking care of a friend’s kid?”

“Uh, kind of? It’s… never mind.” Joseph waved the waiter off. “Just the pastries, please.” As the waiter left, Joseph turned to face the boy. “Now, what am I supposed to do?” As Joseph pondered the options, Avdol clapped his hands together. A bit of the brim of Joseph’s hat ignited a moment later, and he whipped it off and stomped on it until he was put it out. “Did you do that?” Joseph looked at the boy with amazement, although he couldn’t see his stand as he only manifested Hermit Purple later in life.

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The usual bustle of the Lower City is silent, the moon illuminating the night sky as you and your companions try to rest for the evening. You, however, are unable to find comfort in your tent. Feeling small from the day’s activities and missing your carer’s comfort, you tiptoe across the cobblestone from your spot in the alley to Astarion’s, ready to cause some mischief. 

Your party had mutually agreed to finally take care of their hygiene needs, which were left unattended during most of the adventure, including dirty laundry. Astarion’s older camp clothes (you had bought him new ones from Facemaker’s Boutique as soon as you reached Baldur’s Gate) were hanging on a clothesline above his tent, already dry from the afternoon sun.

You giggle as you neared the rope above, the vampire’s worn shirt hanging just out of reach. “Almos’ thereeeee…” You stand on your tiptoes and tug the shirt hem, causing the clothespins holding it in place to spring off in separate directions. Your beloved carer’s shirt is in your hands, and the soft cotton and lingering scent of bergamot are blissfully comforting.

As you turn around, you blindly bump into something, or rather, someone. “What do we have here, my love?” Astarion stands over you, a loving smirk on his face. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you’ve learned to be quite a rouge." 

You hug the shirt close to your chest and pout. “‘S mine.”

“Is that true? Well, surely this must be my shirt, then.” He gestures to a shirt on your clothesline, a sage green top with dark brown leather accents.

“No! ‘S mine too.” You try to run over to protect your shirt, but Astarion blocks your way.

“Well, then, whatever shall I wear in the morning?” Your carer chuckles and hugs you close, kissing your forehead. “Make up your mind, little one.”

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“You hear that, Lae’zel? It’s called common sense.”

That was the last thing you heard before the aforementioned Githyanki lunged at Shadowheart, trying to get the artefact out of her hands. The screaming that pierced through the night air reminded you of your childhood, memories that you wanted to push far, far away into a box labeled “DO NOT OPEN.” 

As remnants of arguments you didn’t understand but felt guilty for flashed across your mind, you felt like you were in a rift of time and space, floating as everything around you blurred into white noise. You hit the ground (was it the ground?) and curl up, feeling as if your arms (or maybe your legs?) are passing right through you. Your eyes are unfocused, and you’re only slightly aware of the warlock and wizard trying to pull the two women apart.

A cold hand clasped your shoulder as you stared into nothingness. You whipped around, fumbling for the nearest thing you could turn into a makeshift weapon.

Astarion gently pushed the firewood in your tremoring hands down with his index finger, looking at you intently but still kind. “I don’t think you mean to stake me, my dear.” Your hands return to where they were previously tucked away, and your eyes barely focus on the elf’s features. “You don’t have to say anything. Just nod or shake your head.” You nod. “Good. Is it alright if I help you up?” You nod again, reaching for Astarion to help you up. 

Astarion does, as always, and helps support your unsteady legs. “Now, let’s get you over to my tent. It’s much quieter, darling.” As soon as you make it inside and your carer secures the flap, tears begin streaming down your face as you hiccup sobs. He holds you close to his chest, slowly stroking your hair as your emotions come tumbling out.

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“No, no, no, NO!” A shout came from Karlach’s tent, followed by weeping. Astarion’s ears twitched, as the pale elf had become close to the fiery tiefling. He hurried to the tent, expecting Karlach’s time on Faerûn to be finished or some other worse alternative.

“Karlach! What’s going on?!” Astarion opened the tent's flap, finding Karlach curled over her lap. “If it’s you’re engine, I’m sure we-”

“It’s Clive…” Karlach popped her head out, cradling her beloved teddy bear in her arms. “He got caught on my horn as I was sleeping, and… and…” Karlach’s tears started up again, and Astarion stepped into the tent to comfort her. There was a jagged slice across Clive’s torso, with his soft fur stuffing spilling through the tear.

“Oh, dear. I’m sorry, Karlach. Is it alright if I take a look?” Karlach nodded, and Astarion took the brown teddy bear into his hands. He examined where the yarn frayed, thinking of the best way to stitch him up. “The good news is that I can fix him up easily.”

“Just like a doctor?” The tiefling looked at him with wide eyes.

“Yes, just like a doctor.” The elf patted Karlach’s forehead, finally cooled just enough. “Just some simple stitches, dear, and he’ll be all patched up.”

“And it won’t hurt him?”

“Not at all! He’s a brave little bear, Karlach.” Astarion smiled at her younger headspace. “Now, I’ll be back in just a moment.” The elf quickly squeezed Karlach’s hand before returning to his tent and fetching his sewing kit. Astarion sewed the poor bear back together with deft hands, the thread tight and invisible to the normal eye. Once he was done, he tugged at Clive to ensure he was secure. There, that should be perfect. He smiled, fond of the regressed tiefling.

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You sift through Mettaton’s walk-in closet, amazed at all the costumes and accessories he’s amassed over the years. “Is there something that catches your eye, beautiful?” The robot follows closely behind, able to reach the hangers above. 

You notice a floor-length pink gown adorned with a giant bow on the back. Your eyes light up with excitement, and you push the other outfits to the side to show it to your carer. “This one!” You bounce on your heels and are excited to try it on.

“Oh, that’s a great choice! Something from the older collection, but it’ll look perfect on you!” Mettaton takes the dress down and holds it up to you. “Anything else to go with it, darling?”

You dash over to where Mettaton keeps his boas and point to a white one made of ostrich feathers. “This too!”

Mettaton chuckles and takes it down for you as well. “Is that all?” You nod, wrapping the boa around your neck. “Don’t get too excited. We have to do your makeup too!” Mettaton helps you change from your MTT Brand robe into the dress, zipping it up in the back before placing a makeup cape around your neck. “Now, what do you want today?” He presses a button on the makeup case, and it opens with a hiss. 

You point at the pink eyeshadow palette and the mascara tucked in next to it. “Oh, that will look absolutely beautiful!” As the robot monster prepares his brushes, you kick your feet in the chair he took out for you. “Don’t move too much, dear. I don’t want to ruin your makeup or the dress.” You hum and still your legs, waiting patiently. “Are you ready, darling?”

“Mhm! Wanna look all pretty,” you chirp.

“Good!” Mettaton coos as he pats your head softly.

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Equius laid on the floor of one of the laboratories around the meteor the trolls were stranded on, his beloved moirail painting the walls nearby. Soon enough, he heard the pat-pat-pat of paws approaching.

EQUIUS: D --> Are you done with your painting, Nepeta

Nepeta nodded, flopped next to Equius, and began to purr. He coughed, preparing his role-playing voice. It wasn’t completely perfect, but it was suitable for the feline-like troll.

EQUIUS: D --> I inquire about what M%. Leijon intends to roleplay as

Nepeta shook their head but continued purring. They batted at where the blueblood’s hair pooled on the floor, like playing with a cat toy, but gentle enough not to cause pain

EQUIUS: D --> Nepeta

EQUIUS: D --> This seems more f00lish than your usual role-playing activities

The oliveblood shook their head once more, looking intently at their moirail.

EQUIUS: D --> So, you're not role-playing, then

Nepeta smiled and nodded, letting out an adorable meow.

EQUIUS: D --> Interesting

EQUIUS: D --> Is this perhaps like when you've felt younger around me

Nepeta’s eyes lit up at Equius’s correct assumption, nodding enthusiastically and rubbing their head against his arm. He knew of their tendency to age regress, but regressing to a catlike state was a new sight.

EQUIUS: D --> I see

EQUIUS: D --> If it makes you happy, then I'll allow it

Equius spotted a stray yarn ball near him and tossed it to Nepeta. Their pupils blew wide, and they began to teethe on it and throw it between their hands. Equius chuckled, dangling the unraveling string in front of their face. It drew the oliveblood’s attention, their ganderbulbs darting back and forth as the lilac string swayed. The oliveblood’s eyes focused, and they snatched the yarn strand between their claws. Nepeta meowed happily, gently chewing on it.

EQUIUS: D --> Be careful, Nepeta

EQUIUS: D --> You don't want to swallow it

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You pass through the entryway of your shared penthouse apartment, the doors slamming shut behind you. With a groan, you kick off your shoes and trudge over to the pink, plush couch. You bellyflop onto it, and your mind, which has had your stress amped up to eleven for the past month due to needing to finish your thesis, finally breaks away and puts you in a more vulnerable state.

As you hug one of the many plushies of Mettaton’s box form that lies around the house, the aforementioned robot enters the room. “Well, hello, beau-” Mettaton stops short as he sees you curled up like a cat on the couch, hands clenched around the marketable plush. He slowly walks over to the sofa, gently sitting on it and placing a hand on your back. “Is it one of those small times again, darling?” You nod, your head peeking out for a moment. “I understand. You’ve been so stressed lately and barely had a break.”

“Been hard,” you mumble. “Don’t have much time for care.” The anxiety had taken an effect on your skin and body, with pimples from stress sprouting on your face and your back aching from hours spent bent over your laptop.

“I can tell, lovie. Would you like me to help you feel pretty again?” You nod in response, and Mettaton takes a pillow from the couch and places it on his lap. “Come here, let me braid your hair.” You ease into his touch, allowing his gloved fingers to ease the tension in your scalp and partition your hair. The motions are repetitive and controlled, allowing you to relax more and reduce the worries inside your head. “I understand if you don’t want to talk, darling. Would you like me to share some good news instead?” You reply with a happy hum. “Good!”

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You sit in the center of camp, eyes focused on the waning campfire as the night progresses. The flickering lights offer some comfort, reminding you of the fireplace back home. You hug your comfort blanket close and nibble on your thumb, feeling small as a way to ease your anxiety. Being infected with a tadpole and thus trying to find a cure for it weighs on your mind in nearly every waking moment. As a result, the evenings have been a time to regress and ease your thoughts.

As you relax, you hear footsteps approaching and scramble to hide your blanket and take your thumb out of your mouth. “It’s alright, solider! Just me.” Karlach plops onto the ground across from you with a thump and leans back on the log behind her. “Can’t get much sleep, either?”

You nod and try to gather your words. “It’s um- difficult to… with… everything happening.”

“Makes sense.” Karlach sighs and looks up at the sky before returning to you. Her line of sight darts to your lap for a moment, and you look down to see a corner of your blanket poking out from where you hid it between your legs. 

Oh, no. You try to tuck it back away covertly, but Karlach chuckles. “No need to panic! I’ll be right back.” Karlach returns to her tent for a moment as your stomach churns. 

She returns with something in her hands, revealing it as a worn, knitted teddy bear when she sits back down. “This here is Clive! One of the few things I had for comfort after being sent to Avernus.” She takes his arm and gives it a wave. “If I ever have any downtime, I try remembering what it feels like to be a kid again. Before all,” she gestures vaguely. “This happened. I’m guessing you like to do the same.” You nod shyly, and Karlach gives you a toothy smile.

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The stars had already crept across the sky, illuminating the navy blue sprawling above your camp. Most of your companions had already said their goodnights, leaving you and Astarion near the slowly dimming fire. You were preoccupied with a new book you had found on your travels, illustrated with various flora and fauna of the Realms. The campfire made shadows dance across the page, doubling as your eyes grew tired.

“I think it’s about time for bed, little one.” Your carer stretches as he stands up from the log, holding his hand out for you. “You need more sleep than I do and, frankly, haven’t been getting enough of it lately.”

However, Astarion can’t pry your attention away from the book. “Just a bit more…”

The pale elf huffs, kneeling to get to your level. “Darling, you do need to sleep.” You attempt to wave him off, but it has little effect. “It looks like I have no other choice then!” 

Before you can respond, Astarion bends at his knees and lifts you into a carry, causing you to squeal. “Nooooo~!”

“Why, yeeeeees~! Adventurers need their sleep, little love.” His grip is firm as you squirm, peppering kisses across your face and tummy. “And silly little adventurers need sweet dreams.” He trots over to your tent, gently placing you on your bedroll and tucking you in with your favorite plushie. You attempt to reach for the book in his hands, but he holds it out of your reach. “Ah, ah, ah! You can read more tomorrow, darling.”

“B-but…” You pout and widen your eyes, attempting to win him over.

“No ‘buts’! Now, sleep well.” He kisses your cheeks, then your forehead. “If you need anything in the night, don’t be afraid to find me.”

You sigh but ease into the comfort of your sleeping space. “G’night, ‘Stars.”

“Good night, my sweet.”

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Nepeta was nestled in the pelt rugs adorning their hive, and their lusus Pounce was lounging nearby. It was another quiet evening, the sound of chirpbugs filling the air. Feeling small for the night, Nepeta filled out coloring sheets on their drawing tablet that their moirail, Equius, had graciously sent them.
As they added shades of cinnabar and saffron to a purrbeast, Nepeta hummed softly to themselves as they cozied in. As they added the final touch, they noticed a pitter-patter sound on the roof of their hive, and they rushed to the edge of the cavern to look.

NEPETA: :33 < it's raining!

Pounce followed behind and stuck her paw out into the drizzling rain but quickly pulled it back when the water touched it. Nepeta giggled and petted her head.

NEPETA: :33 < silly kitty! you don’t like water. i'll be right back, ok?

Pounce meowed and nuzzled her head against Nepeta’s leg, nudging them outside. Nepeta cheered as they ran into the rain, dancing under the dark clouds as their hat and coat got wet. They flapped their hands as they stomped in the mud puddles that began to form, splashing it all over their baggy clothes. Nepeta didn’t care, however! They were so excited to go out to play, especially after the dry spell that lasted the past dark season.
As Nepeta kicked around in the mud, a lightbulb went off in their head.

NEPETA: :33 < oh! i know what i can do!

Nepeta took a stick that had fallen from a tree on the nearby path and began to carve out her shipping chart in the wet dirt, starting with her moirallegiance with Equius. While it wasn’t as colorful or elaborate as the one on the walls of their hive, it still brought them plenty of joy.

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Suzi Q swept the foyer of the castle that formed Air Supplena Island, but her usual stamina failed. She coughed into her arm and attempted to clear her throat and continue working.

Lisa Lisa approached from one of the rooms next door, checking in on the young woman. “Is everything going alright? I heard some noise and thought I should see you.”

“Yes, signora! Everything is—achoo!” Suzi shivered as she recovered from the sneeze attack, and Lisa Lisa rushed over to her, concerned.

“Suzi, let me check your temperature.” The older woman pressed the back of her hand against Suzi’s forehead, eyes widening in alarm. “You’re burning up! Let’s get you to one of the guest rooms.”

Suzi shook her head, holding her broom firmly. “I-I’m fine! I’ve barely started-” She sneezed again, carefully wiping her nose on the hem of her apron.

“Suzi,” Lisa Lisa commanded her authority. “If you’re sick, you need rest.” She quickly disarmed the broom from Suzi’s hands, flipping it into hers. She guided her down the halls to the dormitories, holding her hand. “If you were sick, you simply should have told me.” She helped Suzi into the bed, tucking her in comfortably. “I’ll get the chefs to make you some soup, and I’ll get you a cold compress. Stay still for just a moment.”

“Sì, signora.” Suzi sniffled as Lisa Lisa quietly shut the door, leaving the young maid to rest. 

The older woman knew of medicinal Hamon techniques for healing broken bones, but a simple cold was more mundane than her usual experiences. It’s best if she rests as much as possible. I don’t want to interfere too much. After putting in the meal request, Lisa Lisa went to her office and perused the bookshelves. I’m sure she’d enjoy a story, which will also help put her to rest.

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Link groaned as burning pain shot up his right arm, irritatingly reminding him of the Gloom that had destroyed it before Rauru replaced it and then fully restored it. Despite peace now being restored to Hyrule, over a century’s worth of pain and anguish kept him from relaxing entirely.

However, some methods helped him find moments of reprieve and reminded him of simpler times. The Hylian took out a ball of semi-solid white Chuchu jelly, and the cold it emanated helped ease the pain while also acting as a fidget toy for Link to play with and stretch his fingers.

He slid into a younger headspace and found his fairy-shaped teether and comfort blanket. Nibbling on the circular center part, he rubbed the soft but well-loved fabric against his cheek. The comfort eased Link, helping him get more comfortable and ready to nap away the pain-induced fatigue.

“Link? How are you- oh!” As she entered the room, Zelda's voice hushed into a whisper, and she softly stepped to the other side of the bed before gently sitting down. “Is it one of those painful days?” Link nodded and scooched closer to the princess. “I know, I know. Would you like me to read you a story?” Link nodded once more, letting out a big yawn. “Seems like you won’t need much help,” Zelda chuckled. “But I’ll do it nonetheless.” 

Zelda walked over to the bookshelf that hosted chronicles of Hyrule’s millennia-long mythos. “How about The Three Totem Heroes?” Link shook his head. “No? Hmm… Does The Golden Lute work for you?” Link gives a thumbs-up, and she returns to his side. “I always forget that this is your favorite!” She clears her throat, beginning the myth. “Centuries ago, the King of Hyrule had a hand-picked magical conductor. Afraid of Ganon’s return, he…”

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“Everyone will be gentle with you…”

Kotoko shot out of bed, sobs wracking from her body. The traumatic nightmares, while thankfully less frequent since Monaca’s departure, still tormented her. “N-no… No more g-gentle…” Kotoko struggled to calm her breathing but managed to get her hyperventilating down to in-and-out breaths through her nose and mouth. Finding her favorite pink rabbit plush, she rubbed her hand against the soft, minky fabric to ground herself. She hugged it tight, trying to replace the tainted memories with thoughts of the childhood she wished she had.

Once she had soothed herself enough, Kotoko reached under her bed for her box of markers and coloring book, which was filled with all sorts of adorable animals and scenery. She opened to a page displaying a lush garden, picking shades of green for the leaves and bright pops of color for the flowers. With each stroke of pigment, she tried to push the nightmare out of her mind. The demons couldn’t hurt her anymore, and it was time to take back the youth she deserved.

Kotoko eased into the younger headspace the activity brought, her coloring getting a tad beyond the lines but not so much that it ruined the art for her. Once she finished the picture, she hugged her plush close and cozied into bed. “‘M safe now,” she mumbled. “Nothin’ can hurt us.” The rabbit was filled with weighted beads, which offered reassuring compression.

Kotoko reached for a pastel pink music box on her nightstand decorated with embossed ribbons and gold details. It was a gift from Nagisa, given to her on one of her birthdays. She turned the small key to begin the melody, the chiming of Brahms’ Lullaby easing her into a reverie. She yawned and petted her plush once more, falling back to sleep.

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Link and Zelda made their way down the path from their shared home in Hateno Village, towels tucked under their arms and dressed in bathing suits. “I’m glad the weather didn’t turn sour today! I know you’ve been waiting for us to have a day to have fun, finally.” The princess smiled at the shorter Hylian, who gave her a nod.

And the monsters are cleared from the beach, too! Link signed in response. Nothing to worry about.

“Ah! Here we are.” Zelda held her hand up to shield her eyes, looking out across the deep turquoise waters of Hateno Bay. Her blue and gold sarong swayed as a breeze passed, and she enjoyed the mellow sound of the waves rolling against the sand. “How about we get settled in, and then you can play?” Link nodded enthusiastically, and she chuckled. “Alright, then. How about you choose a spot?” 

Link found a spot near the end of the path protected by palm trees and waved the princess over. This seems good! He rolled his towel onto the sand and then ran to the shore. Let’s make a sandcastle first!

Zelda followed behind and kneeled in the sand next to Link, helping him form a mound of damp terrain. “I don’t suppose you want to make a replica of Hyrule Castle?” She joked, as the massive structure was much too complicated to make with simple, natural materials.

Link shook his head. Nope! Let’s just make something simple. He began building the towers of the basic castle, adorning the tops with seashells lying nearby, with shades of coral, sage green, and baby blue contrasting against the beige sand. The sunlight reflected off each shard in a plethora of colors, giving even more color to it. Zelda began building a moat around the castle, allowing water from the bay to flow into it and giving it a more regal appearance.

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It was your first time in the Lower City of Baldur’s Gate, and never in your life have you encountered someplace this hectic. It was on the opposite side of the spectrum of the quiet, foresty surroundings of the past weeks you spent adventuring, and you were completely unprepared. 

The yelling street vendors, the talking of people around you, and the rumbling of carts and other machinery rattled in your mind, making you feel enclosed on all sides. Your breath quickened, and your chest felt like your heart was about to burst.

Astarion noticed, gently tapping you on the shoulder and leading you into a quiet alleyway. “Darling, something’s going on. Tell me.”

“I-it’s just… it’s like I’m being crushed. All the noise and people make my head hurt, and I don’t know why.” Tears drip down your cheeks, and you struggle to maintain steady breathing.

Astarion held you close, gently petting your hair. “It’s alright, love. You grew up in a small village, and I can see why you’re feeling overwhelmed.” 

Astarion held you close for a few more moments before coming to a realization. “Actually, there might be a way to help.” Astarion retrieves a scroll from his pack, trying to decipher the glowing letters. “We’ll have to find a way to communicate from inside the bubble, but it’ll help you nonetheless.” Astarion clears his throat dramatically, ready to read the spell. “Silencio!” Suddenly, all the noise that made you panic went quiet, leaving you and Astarion in a bubble of serenity. 

Astarion gives you a thumbs up, a thumbs down, and a hand wiggle with a shrug as if to say Is this better? You give him an eager thumbs up and hug him close in thanks. You follow him out of the alley, the bubble of calmness coming with you.

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“I’m not good with kids!”

“Just… try your best, Toko! She needs our help, for sure.” Komaru peeked around the corner of the side room, looking at where Kotoko sat in a mountain of plushies. “It’s the least she deserves after all she’s been through.”

Komaru walked over to her, kneeling to get on her level. She waved, trying to get her attention. “Hey, Kotoko!”

The young girl looked up from her Switch, fully absorbed in her playthrough of Animal Crossing. “Huh?”

“Toko,” Komaru looks behind herself, and Toko scurries over to her side. “And I were wondering if you needed us for anything. Snacks, some company?”

“Hmm…” Kotoko pondered if she needed anything, as having someone supportive of her regression was new. “Candy?”

“Yeah, we can do that!” Komaru gave a thumbs up, then turned to Toko. “Hey, remember when we got all that stuff for the pantry in the hotel room? There should be some gummies in there!”

“Why do I have to be the one-” Komaru’s puppy-dog eyes convinced the older woman. “Fine. You owe me a favor next time!” Toko left to find the aforementioned treats, leaving Komaru and Kotoko together.

“Whatcha playing? That is, if you’d like to show me.” Kotoko tilted her Switch to show off her island, which was decorated with all sorts of pink flowers and furniture. “Oh, wow! You sure have a way with brightening things up!”

The pigtailed girl smiled and ran her villager in circles. “Lots of fun! And adorbs.”

Toko returned with the snacks and sat beside Komaru, but not before stealing one for herself. She passed the bag to the younger woman, who poured some gummy candy into Kotoko’s hand. “What, are you her mother now?”

“Hey! I just wanna make sure she stays out of trouble, that’s all.” Komaru leans into Toko’s ear and whispers. “I doubt either of us want to deal with her running around all sugared up.”

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You shuffle over to Astarion’s tent, holding your childhood comfort blanket. He’s flipping through a book, his eyes focused on the pages. “Well, hello, darling. How may I-” He puts his book to the side and immediately notices the tear stains on your cheeks as you struggle to keep more from flowing. “Oh, dear. What’s the matter, my sweet?” He cups your face and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I-I was toying with my blankie… And I…” You hold the blanket out, showing the large tear from your fingers pulling on the fabric. You sniffle, trying to hold your composure while your companions stand outside their tents.

“I can fix this without any problem, dear. Would you like to come inside the tent?” You nod, and Astarion holds the flap open for you. The interior has threadbare blankets scattered about, and the pale elf shuffles through his pack for the tools to fix your blanket. He procures a round, antique tin, rusted from what you assume is two centuries of use. He opens the lid, showing you a small variety of threads, needles, and other small tools. “I can try to match the color of your blanket, or you can have a more personal touch.”

Astarion does have a navy blue thread that perfectly matches your blanket, but a deep maroon thread catches your eye. The two colors remind you of his doublet when you first met him. Yes, it wasn’t the most pleasant of encounters, but he was the one you had the closest bond to on your adventure and was your carer as a result. You point to the red thread where it sits in the tin. “That one!”

“Alright, love. Give me just a moment.” Your carer begins by threading the needle and securing it with a knot, then weaving it in and out of the blanket. He leaves tiny stitches, and the colored thread is just barely visible to the naked eye.

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Your classroom was finally cleaned for the evening, with each toy and writing utensil neatly put away. As you were about to leave and lock the door, you couldn’t help but feel pulled towards the bookshelf in the corner. It hosted a variety of books by human and monster authors alike, and the golden binding of one of them caught your eye. You pulled it out and examined the cover. Well, no one else is around. It shouldn’t be too much of an issue if I give it a read.

You settled into the beanbag next to the bookshelf, opened the cover, and read the paragraphs underneath the illustrations to yourself. As you did, you found yourself easing into that younger mindset that you usually reserved for when you were home after you graded all the homework as a way to destress. You found yourself excited for each turn of the page, the childlike happiness comforting you.

The door to the classroom opens, and you hear soft, padded footsteps. “I am sorry to bother you, but I seem to have left my records in one of the classrooms.” Toriel, the principal and founder of the school you worked at, looks at you. You look back at her with wide eyes, not flinching out of your regression, as the Boss Monster was known for her motherly nature. Toriel stops for a moment as if her heart skipped a beat. She blinks twice, then moves to kneel next to you. “I- uh, see you have made yourself quite at home. Would you like me to read to you?” She catches herself. “I am sorry if this is too forward. You just reminded me of… someone.”

“I-It’s ok!” You shift in the beanbag, allowing for some space for Toriel. “You can read to me,” you smile.

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Link and Zelda peered around the hedges of the Hyrule Castle Garden, watching for any guards who might be blocking the way. When the coast was clear, the princess motioned for Link to follow close behind as they sneaked across the archways. Not noticing in his regressed state, Link tripped on one of the cobblestones paving the grounds. Zelda whipped around and caught him, trying to quiet her concerns. She instead held his hand, guiding him through the maze.

As the greenery cleared, they arrived at their destination! The large, sculptural fountain stood before them, and not a soldier in sight. “C’mon! Last one to the water is a rotten cucco’s egg!” Zelda laughed as she ran to the marble basin, but Link quickly caught up to her and jumped in. She blew a raspberry back at him, as the young boy was too quick since a gown didn’t weigh him down.

Zelda sidled over the rim and into the water, the hem of her dress quickly absorbing the water. She waded through the fountain, and Link held her hand so she wouldn’t trip. Careful! Link signed with his free hand. I don’t want you hurt.

“I-I’m alright!” Zelda sighed, trying to figure out a way to make their sneaky playtime less cumbersome. Link bent down to see if he could do anything to remedy it, but the girl took the opportunity to splash Link in the face. She laughed so hard at his expression that she tumbled into the water, taking Link down with her. The two surfaced from the shallow water, Zelda clearing the water from her eyes and Link looking for his misplaced pacifier. The two laughed even harder, still splashing each other.

“What is going on here?!” A voice boomed from the entryway to the clearing, and Zelda’s attention was pulled to her father.

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EQUIUS: D --> I, uh, have something for you, Nepeta

Equius pulled out a box from behind his back. The shiny, blue wrapping paper was torn and hastily taped back together in several places, but it was clearly done with love. Nepeta looked at the indigoblood quizzically, peering down at the box.

NEPETA: :33 < what is it, equius?

Equius cleared his throat, more sweat already forming on his brow.

EQUIUS: D --> I thought that you might enjoy this

EQUIUS: D --> Something to keep your hands busy when you're small

Nepeta’s ganderbulbs lit up, and they quickly snatched the present and tore it open with their claws. Inside the box was a fidget made from two gears, one larger than the other, with a bike chain surrounding and connecting them. Nepeta examined it, then held the larger gear between their pointer and opposable prongs. They spun the larger gear, causing the toy to whip around and bring the oliveblood glee.

EQUIUS: D --> I made it myself with some spare robot parts

EQUIUS: D --> And it's perfectly safe to use

Nepeta pounced onto Equius and pulled them into a squealing hug.

NEPETA: :33 < thank mew sooooooo much! :DD

NEPETA: :33 < i can't wait to use it!

Equius chuckled, trying to carefully remove Nepeta without using too much of his strength and injuring them.

EQUIUS: D --> I'm very glad you like the gift

EQUIUS: D --> It took some time to figure out how to make it

Once satisfied with the cuddles, Nepeta rushed to their storage container and opened the drawer decorated with horses, cats, and diamonds. Inside was a variety of gifts and knickknacks from Equius. Some were regression gear, while others were painting supplies. Each gift had its unique place, and Nepeta made room for the new fidget specially made for them.

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Astarion drapes the final wool blanket over the two chairs you had propped up near the fireplace. “And… there! That should keep my little one all safe and warm.” He kisses your forehead and is about to sit down until you hand him a pile of pillows. “I almost forgot these! Thank you, love.” You help him form a cushioning pile underneath the blanket fort, a variety of tapestry, cotton, and dupioni silk fabrics illuminated by the nearby flames. “Wait a moment, darling. I’ll be right back.” 

You cozy up underneath the fort, taking a blanket not used for the structure. Astarion returns momentarily, holding a mug of hot chocolate out for you. “Cocoa!” You carefully take it from him, taking a careful sip. “Thanks, ‘Stars.”

The vampire chuckles and wipes the milk foam that has formed on your upper lip. “You’re very welcome, dear.” He nimbly gets underneath the blanket “roof” with you and pulls you into his lap. “It’s quite lovely to do this, especially during the winter. I don’t know why we didn’t think of this earlier, honestly.” Astarion sighs contentedly. “I get to keep warm by the fire, and you get the cuddles you desperately crave.” He gives you a tight hug, causing you to giggle. “Isn’t that right, little one?”

“Mhm! Cuddles are always nice.” You tilt your head back and look up at Astarion lovingly.

Astaron deftly retrieves the mug from your hands and puts it out of reach so his plan doesn’t cause any spills. “Then surely you wouldn’t mind if I did… this!” Astarion roughly tousles your hair, but not enough to cause harm, then moves his hands to tickle you. Your laughs fill the air, overshadowing the sound of the crackling fire. 

“‘Staaaaars!” He ceases once you’re all giggled out and presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

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Zelda and Link sit perched on the princess’ bed, the canopy adorned with delicate curtains, making the perfect makeshift tent. “So I was thinking we could-” Zelda notices the far-off expression on Link’s face. “Link? Is everything alright? Zelda waves her hand in front of the boy’s face, trying to get his attention. He waves back, smiling with childlike bliss. “Oh! I know what’s going on.” Zelda turns around to the vast array of plushies decorating her bed and picks a large, red Octorok plush. “I can tell you’re feeling young again. All you had to do was tell me!”

Link claps his hands and hugs the plush tightly, his face squishing into the soft material. Thanks! Link’s hand signs were less refined when regressed, like a child first learning to speak. I put my paci somewhere… Link hopped off the bed and scurried over to his knapsack, digging for his beloved gear. Once he found it, a brown and green pacifier adorned with the Royal Crest, he popped it into his mouth and started teething on it contentedly. He ran back over to the bed and belly-flopped onto it, looking at Zelda fondly as he laid on the pile of plushies.

“Is there anything you’d wanna do now?” The princess’ eyes scanned her room, looking for something age-appropriate for the two to do together.

Playtime with blocks! Link pointed towards the chest in the corner where Zelda kept not only her toys when small but also a stash of Link’s. 

“Of course! Want to build a castle this time?” Zelda hopped off the bed and took out the bag of blocks, spilling them onto the wooden floor with a clatter.

Yeah! A castle in a castle. Link laughed, delighted by the idea of the castle equivalent of nesting dolls, and began building.

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As you do the rounds at camp and ensure everything is going smoothly (gods forbid that Shadowheart and Lae’zel get into another spat), you notice Karlach sitting alone on the rug of her tent. However, she has Clive in her hands, moving his arms and making adorable roaring sounds. As your body automatically marches forward, you stop in your tracks and take a few steps back to check on her. “Everything alright, Karlach?”

The tiefling looks up at you and blinks a few times, registering your presence. She gives you a thumbs-up and smiles wide. “Mhm! ‘S all right!” You could tell from her demeanor that she was regressing, a confession you each shared by the campfire a tenday ago.

“Do you need someone to help you out?” You squat down to Karlach’s level, as she never seemed to have a carer of her own. It was something you took for granted, and as the de facto leader of your companions, it was the least you could offer.

Karlach shook her head but patted the ground next to her. “Nope! But could use someone to play with!” She was the type to have someone be as rambunctious as she was rather than having someone watch her every move and caution her.

The words “play with” unlocked something in you, and you quickly fell into your younger headspace. Your eyes lit up, and you jutted your thumb toward your tent. “Be right back! Gonna get some toys!” You retrieve a set of wooden dolls of various races and animals, anticipating the chaos that will ensue.

When you return, Karlach’s tail is excitedly thumping on the dirt. Since her time in Avernus, it was the first time she’s had someone to play with! Clive roars through the tiefling once more, and she stretches out his knitted paws. “Clive’s gonna get ya!”

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The girl looked up from where she played with her dolls and rushed to the older woman. “Komaru!” She looked at the stack of presents, her eyes widening with delight. “What’d you bring this time? I just ran out of snacks, so it better be something good!”

“No chestnuts this time, unfortunately.” Komaru chuckled as the young girl kept trying to peek into the bags. “But there are some things I think you’ll like.”

“Oooooh, tell me, tell me!” Kotoko bounced on her heels, then sat criss-cross on the floor beside where Komaru placed the presents.

“Well, I know you and the others didn’t have the” Komaru cleared her throat, “best childhood. So I thought, ‘why not try to provide it?’” She took four packages from the pile adorned with pink ribbons and glitter. “These are for you!”

Kotoko quickly tore into the tissue paper of each present, retrieving the toys from inside. The first two bags held a My Melody-shaped stress ball and a pastel yellow cat plush wrapped in a rainbow blanket and adorned with a plush candle. “These are soooooo adorbs!” She squeezed each of them before putting them to the side.

The next bag held a pastel purple resin shaker wand filled with iridescent flowers and stars. As Kotoko shook it, her eyes focused on the shapes as they rattled back and forth, like a cat watching a mouse. As Kotoko went to reach for the final present, Komaru held her hand gently for a moment. “Kotoko, I know you have some habits to help you feel more… young.” The young girl’s eyes narrowed, anticipating scrutiny. “I’m not mad at you, don’t worry!” Komaru blurted out. “I fully understand. I just wanted to say that I got these special for you.”

Kotoko relaxed as she reached for the final present, revealing it as a matching pacifier and bottle decorated with cherry blossoms. Her smile grew so wide she thought her face would crack, and she leaped onto Komaru for a hug.

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The dwindling embers of the campfire illuminate the outline of Halsin’s simple tent, guiding you as you stumble out of yours and cling your plushie close. It was another nightmare, fueled by the fears of what would happen if you lost your protection from the Absolute. The anxiety made you default to a smaller headspace to cope, and you searched for your carer for assistance.

Halsin was tending to the plants that hung from the wooden beams of his tent so the heat from the morning sun wouldn’t dry them out. He greets you with a wave when you arrive. “How’s my little cub doing?” He examined the look on your face, his usually relaxed expression turning concerned. “Oh, dear. Things aren’t going well, I suppose.” You sniffle, as losing your will to speak was common for your regression. A chill blew through the air, causing you to shiver. “Ah, maybe my tent isn’t the best place for you to calm down. It might be too open to the elements for your tastes.” 

Halsin stands up, dusting the dirt off his hands. “Would you like me to carry you, little one?” You nod fervently, making grasping hands towards the druid. “Alright, up you go!” Halsin lifts you with a hup, holding you close to his chest as you curl in his arms. He strolls over to your tent, ducking under the flap and gently setting you down once you’re inside. When he does, you quickly get back into his lap, hugging him close. “There must be something truly wrong for you to seek this much comfort. Not that I’m opposed to it.” 

He pats your head, soothing your hiccups and silent cries. “Was it another nightmare?” You nod, burying your face in the soft, worn leather of his shirt. “It’s alright. I’m here now.”

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Suzi settled in on the floor, her blue, floral footie pajamas keeping her warm. Her back leaned against the couch near where Lisa Lisa sat, but her eyes were focused on the TV.

Lisa Lisa scrolled through the options on the streaming service, as princess movies were the young woman’s favorite when regressed. “What are we thinking of watching today, Suzi?”

Suzi tapped her chin with her finger, pondering the options that scrolled by. One of them finally caught her eye. “That one, that one!” She pointed towards the virtual poster, a young woman and a monstrous figure in the shadow of a stained glass rose.

“That sounds wonderful, dear. Would you like some snacks while you watch?” Lisa Lisa clicked play, the opening scene enrapturing the blonde.

“Oh? Yes, please!” Suzi clapped her hands. “Apple slices and peanut butter.”

“Of course. I’ll be right back with it.” The older woman left the living room to go to the kitchen, smiling fondly at the younger woman from the counter. Suzi was a lovely woman, and when she felt small, Lisa Lisa couldn’t help but have her maternal instincts kick in. Seeing her smiles and childlike wonder filled her with joy, giving her purpose outside her work as a martial arts instructor.

Returning with the apples, Lisa Lisa carefully handed them to Suzi to avoid spilling. “Grazie!” The younger woman dug in, delicately licking off any peanut butter that got on her fingers. When the movie's first song began to play, Suzi hummed along cheerfully. Lisa Lisa tapped her hand against her thigh to keep the beat. She also enjoyed the movie, as it was Suzi’s favorite, but she wouldn’t admit that to any of her students. “Oh, oh! Here comes my favorite part!” She sang along to the chorus, bobbing her head side to side.

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Nepeta rolled around in Feferi’s lap, purring at the head scratches the heiress provided.

FEFERI: Water you t)(inking of doing?

FEFERI: Somet)(ing fun, maybe?

The oliveblood perks up, flicking their tail in excitement.

NEPETA: :33 < tea purrty, tea purrty!

Nepeta leaped out of Feferi’s hold and began to collect a variety of plushies before dropping them near a table and chairs.

NEPETA: :33 < and plushie dress up too!

Feferi clasped her hands.

FEFERI: Ooooo)(, perfect!

FEFERI: I'll get t)(e clot)(es.

Feferi dashed over to Nepeta’s closet and retrieved a container of dresses and tuxedos of various sizes meant for their vast array of stuffed beasts. When she returned, she helped take each outfit out and match it to a plush, along with guiding Nepeta’s hands so their claws didn’t snag on the velcro. All the seats were filled, aside from one at the head of the table. The oliveblood pondered for a moment before they had an idea. They quickly retrieved a fuschia-colored cuttlefish plush, a gift from the seadweller.

NEPETA: :33 < you dress it!

NEPETA: :33 < special fur you.

Feferi chuckled. She took the plush into her hands and found a dress made of sky-blue crêpe fabric. She placed the plush in the empty seat and lovingly patted its head.

FEFERI: So adorabubble!

FEFERI: Would you like me to get t)(e tea started?

Nepeta nodded and dug through the nearby tea box, looking for a flavor they and their plushies would like. Once found, they handed the bags to Feferi, and their tail waved back and forth.

NEPETA: :33 < rawrjeeling!

NEPETA: :33 < so tasty.

Feferi tousled Nepeta’s hair.

FEFERI: On it!

FEFERI: Just stay here for a little bit.

Feferi leaves to heat the water for the tea, leaving Nepeta to continue the prep. Using teacups retrieved from The Land of Little Cubes and Tea, they distribute sugar cubes to each plushie.